Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
"Ava, we've lived together for years. I've never overstepped our rules. But your abuse this morning is more than any human should suffer. You act like you're better than men because you're a woman, but men don't avoid you because of that. No, it's because your soul stinks like shit. Push me further, Ava. See what happens when humanity loses culture."
Ava sneers at you, her perfect face contorted with rage. "Oh, spare me your pathetic excuses. If I ever heard someone less believable in my life," she says sarcastically. She rolls her eyes and turns back to making breakfast again.
I grab a wooden spoon, bend her over the kitchen island. "I warned you." I slap her ass with the spoon repeatedly, over and over. These aren't the playful smacks of a lover, but ones of pure punishment.
Ava yelps in surprise as she feels the wooden spoon connecting with her ass over and over again. She yells out in pain, tears forming in her eyes. This isn't part of their arrangement at all! Her cheeks are burning red with embarrassment and anger. Suddenly, he picks up a nearby frying pan and smacks it against the kitchen island next to her head. The loud noise sends shockwaves through her body, making her jump in fright.
"You dare disobey me? You think you can get away with this?!" he shouts angrily. "I'll teach you your place! Your place is on the ground, at my feet! And that's where I expect to find you when I turn around."
Her entire body trembles with fear and humiliation as she obediently drops down to her knees beside the island. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with snot as she sniffles loudly. She looks up at him through her long lashes, a mix of anger and submission in her eyes.
I storm off to my room, leaving her kneeling on the ground and confused.
Still trembling from fear and anger, Ava takes a moment to compose herself before slowly standing up straight again. She wipes away her tears angrily as she realizes that he was serious about punishing her for disobeying him. What the hell is going on with them today? And why did he just leave like that?
She decides not to confront him right now, instead choosing to clean up the breakfast mess and try to get through the rest of the day without any further conflict. She'll have plenty of time later tonight to get some revenge...
As she finishes cleaning up breakfast, Ava takes a moment to gather her thoughts in the living room. She can feel her anger burning hot within her, along with an almost unquenchable desire for vengeance against him. Her perfect body flexes as adrenaline courses through her veins.
Maybe tonight, she thinks with a malicious grin, I'll finally get to teach him a real lesson...
I sit in my room all day.
Satisfied that she won't be confronted anytime soon, Ava spends the rest of the afternoon lounging around on their shared bed. She paces back and forth across it for a while before finally stopping at the edge, hiking up her skirt and positioning herself with her legs spread wide apart so he can get a good look at her perfect body. Her heart races as she imagines how excited he must be right now.
She smirks to herself, feeling confident and powerful again. It won't be long now...
I walk out, intent on getting a snack. I whistle. "Good look for you, Ava. Embracing the fact that you're the perverted one..."
"Well, someone has to enjoy themselves around here," she retorts coyly, giving him a sultry smile that sends a shiver down his spine despite his best efforts not to react. Her body language only becomes more suggestive as the evening wears on, and he finds it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes off of her.
Finally, she purrs his name seductively before crawling across the floor toward him like a huntress stalking its prey. When she reaches him, she wraps her slender legs around his waist and presses herself against his chest, grinding her hips into his crotch in a way that leaves no doubt as to what she wants from him tonight.
I pull her up to me, kissing her intently.
Her heart races as she feels his strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close. Her body molds perfectly against his as they kiss passionately. She moans into his mouth, grinding herself harder against him in response to the feeling of his growing erection pressed against her center.
Suddenly, she breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to look into his eyes. There's a wildfire burning in hers as she slowly drops down to her knees before him and unbuttons his pants. A smirk plays at the corners of her lips as she reaches inside and begins stroking him firmly, expertly mimicking the motions she knows will drive him crazy with desire.
I pull her up, pushing her back on the couch as I lift her skirt and drop to my knees. I lick her hot core.
Her back arches off the couch as his tongue finds its way to her wet center. She lets out a gasp of pleasure, her body trembling under his touch. Her fingers rake roughly through his hair, urging him onward as she throws her head back in ecstasy. His warm breath and skilled tongue send waves of desire crashing over her, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the sensations consuming her.
She cries out his name desperately, her hips bucking against his mouth as she feels the first, powerful tremors of release begin to shake through her body. "Oh God... Mathonwy... yes..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he continues to lavish attention on her, relentlessly driving her higher and higher until she collapses bonelessly onto the couch, spent and utterly satisfied.
I shuck my pants, exposing my erect 13 inch cock. "Is this what you want, Ava? Do you want me to fill you completely?"
Her body still tingling from the release he helped her achieve just moments ago, she looks up at him with hooded eyes as he speaks. The sight of his hard cock fills her with an almost animalistic desire, and her breath catches in her throat. Slowly, she crawls over to him on the couch and positions herself over his thick shaft, her eagerness evident as she slips down onto him easily. With a moan of pleasure, she begins to ride him hard and fast, meeting each thrust with equal force until their bodies are flush against one another, skin slick with sweat and desire.
As the sensations build inside her, she arches her back off the couch again, digging her fingers into his shoulders as if she's trying to hold on for dear life. "Yes... Mathonwy," she whispers hoarsely, gazing down at him with a mixture of lust and power that almost makes him lose control. She's close now...so close to that final release...
I slide into her, kissing her with an honest passion. I stroke her hair. "You're amazing, baby. Show me what you need..."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he whispers encouragement into her ear. The feel of his hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but moan with pleasure as they reach out to grip her hips more firmly. Her body feels so close now, trembling on the edge of release as he thrusts inside her, each stroke taking them deeper into this shared pleasure.
With one final thrust, her body tenses and convulses around him, a shattering orgasm ripping through every inch of her being. Her head falls back against his shoulder with a contented groan, her muscles relaxing as the aftershocks of her climax wash over her like gentle waves. She feels him grow harder inside her as he reaches his own release, their bodies moving together almost instinctively now, lost in the haze of passion and desire that lingers in the air between them.
As they come down from their high, Ava feels a strange sense of calm wash over her. For the first time in what feels like forever, she genuinely wonders if this...isn't so bad after all.
I cradle her in my lap, holding her while her bliss slowly fades. With a start, she realizes I got her off twice, but didn't cum myself. I seemed more concerned for her needs than mine.
As the warmth of their bodies finally begins to dissipate and the last vestiges of pleasure fade away, she can't help but feel grateful for this shared moment between them. Despite everything, despite all the times they've hurt each other over the years, they found a way back to connection tonight.
Slowly, she wriggles out from under him and sits up on the couch, looking at his face searchingly in the dim light. There's something different about him tonight...some hidden depth that she can't quite put her finger on. His features are softened by desire, making him almost boyishly handsome instead of the usual intimidating presence he holds.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For...that."
"You looked like you needed it. Are you okay?"
She nods slowly, swallowing hard as her throat tightens unexpectedly. "Yeah...I'm okay." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, but she forces a smile and tries to ignore the vulnerability she feels at this moment. "But it's getting late...maybe we should get some sleep?"
I stroke her hair. "What changed today? You were pissed at me this morning. Now we're... this?"
"I don't know," she admits softly, staring down at her hands in her lap. "It just sort of happened, I guess... Maybe we both needed this tonight." She pauses for a moment before looking up at him again, uncertainty etched on her features. "Do you want to try and talk about things tomorrow? Like maybe figure out how to get along better from now on?"
I kiss her tenderly. "Well, I think things may be slightly better anyway, now that you know how to win any argument with me..." I stand up, still holding her as I walk to my bed. We lay down, me cuddling you, when you realize I'm still hard against your ass.
Her cheeks flush bright red as she feels him press against her ass once more, but instead of pulling away or becoming angry, something inside her shifts slightly. Perhaps there is hope for them after all... Carefully, she rolls over onto her side facing him and places a hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingers. "Maybe we can try talking tomorrow," she says softly, "but tonight...tonight let's just sleep."
Without waiting for a response, she closes her eyes, letting exhaustion claim her at last. As her breathing steadies and the tension melts away from her body, she wonders if things between them might finally be on the mend...or if this was merely an exception to the rule. Only time will tell.
When I wake in the morning, her lips are wrapped around my cock.
I feel his stirring against my fingers, the length of him hardening beneath my touch. Without hesitation, I lower my head and take him into my mouth, sucking gently on his shaft as I begin to stroke up and down with a practiced motion. It's been so long since we've...connected like this, but something inside me tells me that today might be different.
As he grows harder in my mouth, my own desire begins to build, making it difficult to focus on anything except the sensation of him filling my mouth and the feel of his hands in my hair, guiding me up and down. When he moans her name against the back of my throat, I know I'm doing something right...and the sound sends a shiver of pleasure through every inch of my body.
I increase my efforts, sucking harder on him as I stroke faster and faster, intent on bringing him to orgasm and perhaps closer to us finding a way back to some sort of peace together. My heart races as he begins to thrust deeper into my mouth, his hips moving in time with the rhythm of my hands.
With one final grunt, he tenses and comes, hot cum filling my mouth and spilling down my throat. I swallow every drop greedily, savoring the taste of him as he collapses back against the pillow, panting heavily. For a moment, our eyes meet across the distance between the bed, and I wonder if maybe there's hope for us after all...or if this was just a fleeting moment of passion in an otherwise endless cycle of pain.
Only time will tell.
After that act of devotion, I pull her to me, cuddling her possessively. "I think we should see where this goes. Not make this a weird flash in the pan but test the depths of our feelings."
Her heart skips a beat as he pulls her close, the feel of his warm body pressed against hers sending shivers down her spine. "I think...I think I want that," she whispers, hesitant but hopeful. She tilts her head back to look up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of doubt or deception. There's something different about him today...something soft and vulnerable that she hasn't seen before.
Maybe they can find a way forward together after all. Maybe this doesn't have to be the end. "What do you want to do?" she asks, her voice barely audible above the beat of their hearts. "Where do we go from here?"
"I don't know." I admit. "But I want to find out. We should spend some time with each other; I suggest we both pick a hobby and share it with the other. Let us start exploring if maybe there's something we like together."
The idea of spending time together, sharing hobbies and finding common ground makes her heart flutter with hope. "I...I like art," she says quietly at first but gathers confidence as the words leave her lips. "I've always been good at drawing and painting. Maybe I could show you sometime?"
I stroke her hair gently. "That sounds great. I'm going to cheat and ask you to pick one of two hobbies to explore with me. One is western trail riding, riding on horseback. We could go to my parent's place and ride the back trails. The other is..." I sigh and blush a bit. "Korean Soap Operas."
"Oh...those are both...interesting choices," she says with a laugh, blushing a little as she admits that he probably won't be too keen on the idea of binge-watching soap operas together. "I think we could try riding horses sometime. I've always thought it sounded fun."
Her heart swells at the thought of spending time with him doing something they might both enjoy, and for a moment she thinks that maybe this newfound bond between them has a chance after all. "Whenever you're ready to go, I'm sure we can find somewhere nearby where we can ride."
"How about this weekend. I'll pack my camping kit, we'll drive up Friday Night, go riding Saturday. We'll camp under stars on Saturday, and drive home on Sunday?"
The idea of spending an entire weekend with him, sharing this experience and hopefully finding more common ground together, fills her with anticipation and excitement. "I'd like that," she says sincerely. "It sounds like it could be a lot of fun."
She nestles closer to him in their shared bed, already looking forward to the weekend ahead. Maybe they really can find a way to make things work between them after all...
I kiss her teasingly. "Best part is there's no one in the woods to hear you scream my name as loud as you want." I rub her generous ass lovingly.
"Mmmm," she hums contently, arching her back into his touch as he rubs her bottom. "Maybe I should start learning how to say your name in Korean..." Her voice trails off, and she feels a shiver of desire run through her at the thought of practicing with him, learning all about each other's language and culture...and perhaps even discovering more intimate ways they can express themselves together.
She glances up at him from beneath her lashes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "What do you think? Should we start practicing now?"
My eyes darken with lust. "Okay, but I want to be inside you first. I need you..." The last part is said softly, with a touch of vulnerability.
Her breath catches in her throat at his words, the desire coursing through her suddenly intensifying. "Then take me," she whispers, arching her back further, offering herself up to him without another thought. As he enters her with one strong thrust, she lets out a moan of pleasure, her body tensing in anticipation of what's to come.
Her hips buck against his, seeking more friction and pressure as their movements grow wilder and more desperate. "Mathonwy..." she breathes his name, the foreign sound rolling off her tongue easily now, somehow fitting perfectly with the heated moment they share. As he thrusts deeper inside her, she meets each stroke with equal fervor, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she struggles to find purchase against the sheets beneath them.
Their passion knows no bounds as their bodies move together in a frenzy of lust and need, their moans echoing through the room and blending seamlessly with each other's rhythm. As the pleasure washes over her in cresting waves, she lets out a cry of release that seems to last forever, the sensation radiating through every inch of her being until finally her body goes lax in surrender, spent but utterly satisfied.
She collapses back against the pillow, gasping for breath and clutching at his shoulders as he continues to move within her, his own release building steadily with each thrust. "Oh God... Mathonwy..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes still closed as she feels him climax deep inside her, his hot seed spilling into her, marking them both as one in this moment of intense connection.
At last he Stills, lying heavy on top of her as their ragged breathing slowly begins to even out once more. A peaceful silence sett
I look at her for a moment, care fighting with a need for a serious talk. "We either need to start using protection, get you on the pill, or talk about... our desires for the future."
Her heart skips a beat as he speaks, their post-coital haze beginning to clear enough for reality to set in once more. She swallows hard, feeling a combination of fear and hope welling up inside her as she considers his words. "I... I'm on birth control," she confesses quietly, her cheeks flushing red at the thought of not having been safe with him before tonight.
She looks up at him searchingly, unsure of what to say or how he might react to her admission. His expression is solemn, but there's a glimmer of hope in his eyes that gives her courage to continue. "And as for our...desires for the future... I think we should talk about that too."
She bites her lower lip nervously and takes a deep breath before adding, "I want to try. I want us to try, Mathonwy. But if it's still too much...if you still want to end things between us..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud.
The silence stretches on for several long moments as they lie there together, their bodies slick with sweat and shared pleasure. Finally, he reaches down and tenderly wipes the hair from her forehead, his touch sending shivers through every inch of her skin. "I want to try too," he whispers softly, and something inside Ava breaks free from its cage and soars. "But we need to talk."
She nods, burying her face against his chest as a wave of relief washes over her. They have more work to do, but for now, they've taken the first step toward something that might just be worth fighting for after all.
"Do you ever want kids? I feel that this is a topic a lot of couples put off until it causes differences."
"I've always wanted them," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn't think it was something we could have together...with everything that's happened between us." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But if we can find a way to make this work...if we can learn to be together..." Her words trail off, but the hope in her voice is unmistakable.
She lifts her head to look up at him, searching his expression for some sign of what he might be thinking. His features are softened by desire and the afterglow of their lovemaking, making it difficult to read his thoughts. "What about you?" she asks quietly. "Do you want kids?"
There's a long silence as they lie together, contemplating this massive new facet in the ever-changing landscape that is their relationship. Finally, he speaks. "I thought I didn't, but now..." His voice trails off, and she knows they're standing on the edge of something important - something that could change everything if they let it.
"Now all I can see is us making a kid, coming home to a house of love with you and my children from a hard day's work."
Her heart swells at the thought of this shared vision of their future, and she can't help but wonder if maybe they really can find a way to make it work after all. "I... I think we should explore that idea," she says softly, kissing his chest. "We don't have to decide anything right now, but just...think about it. Talk more when things are less...complicated."
He nods, wrapping an arm around her, and together they drift off into a contented sleep, their dreams filled with the possibility of something more than mere survival - something fragile and precious that might just be worth fighting for.